Chapter 89 When you laugh, you look like a woman.
The sunlight, like a pale golden veil, hung between Jin Shu and Li Jin, a few meters apart.
He watched Jin Shu's enlightened expression with a faint smile, and the fan in his hand snapped shut in his palm.
"So..." he asked with a smile, leaning against the armrest, "What were you thinking about just now, standing there so intently?"
Li Jin knew that crime analysis wasn't Jin Shu's forte. With him here, Jin Shu wouldn't focus on the methods used in the crimes, and she probably wouldn't even be interested in who the murderer was.
The question that made her so serious and thoughtful must be inextricably linked to those two corpses.
Jin Shu looked up, her brows furrowed slightly: "I'm wondering how they were poisoned."
The man on the second floor paused for a moment in surprise, then straightened up: "Still thinking about that?"
She nodded and smiled slightly: "This is a crucial issue that can overturn the entire case's reasoning even without any physical evidence."
That's right, everything Li Jin said was just speculation.
Although he figured out the method of hiding the body and understood the basic motive, he didn't have conclusive evidence to pin Ren Jing to the murderer.
“If it were me, I would insist that they committed suicide because they were troubled by love,” Jin Shu laughed. “But I only placed them on the stage they loved most when they were alive, so they could listen to music every day, out of childhood friendship.”
Looking at her smiling face, Li Jin raised her hand to cover half of her face, took a deep breath, and after a while, scolded, "Don't smile."
He said with some disdain, "Don't laugh like that after you leave the Six Doors."
Jin Shu was stunned, a strange question rising in her mind: "You're even involved in this?"
"Has no one told you this before?" Li Jin sighed. "When Mr. Jin smiles, he looks like a woman."
After saying that, he turned around, and his fan stirred up gusts of wind, as if he could blow away half of the blush on his face with a little effort.
While fanning himself, he reached up and tugged at his collar, shaking his head in exasperation.
This person really has absolutely no self-awareness.
Ever since Li Jin told her she looked like a woman, Jin Shu's face seemed to have been coated with wax, forming a solid shell, and she had no expression at all.
Zhou Zheng looked at the two of them, his mouth opening and closing, but in the end he didn't ask anything.
"Is it really okay to leave her like this?" Jin Shu followed behind Li Jin, watching him step out of the theater gate.
Li Jin paused briefly, turned her head to look back, smiled faintly, said nothing, and then quickly climbed into the carriage.
"Don't worry, sir," Zhou Zheng said. "The prince has already laid the bait; she'll take the bait herself."
Seeing Zhou Zheng sit in the driver's seat, Jin Shu hesitated for a moment before frowning and getting into the carriage as well.
From the moment the wheels started turning, the doubt written on Jin Shu's face never disappeared.
Zhou Zheng glanced at her puzzled expression out of the corner of his eye, coughed lightly, and was about to explain when he heard Li Jin's voice coming from inside the car.
“Before leaving, I deliberately spread the word that there was blood on the ladder.” He paused. “I deliberately said that I was going to investigate the Liu family first, and placed the ladder on the only way to the outhouse, and had Bai Yu keep an eye on it.”
Bai Yu is the name of a henchman of the Six Doors, but only Li Jin and a few others know that it is merely the name of a shadow.
"Anyone who gets close to the ladder and tries to wipe the blood will be immediately pushed down."
Zhou Zheng, whose words had been interrupted, glanced awkwardly at Jin Shu and replied, "Exactly."
As the carriage moved forward, Jin Shu nodded knowingly: "I see. Are we going to the Liu family now?"
“No,” Li Jin said. “Let’s go back to the Six Doors and resolve your doubts first.”
The weather in late spring and early summer can change in an instant.
When we came out of the theater, the sky was still bright and clear. As soon as the carriage stopped in front of the Six Doors, a strong wind picked up and dark clouds loomed overhead.
There was lightning and thunder, quite a spectacle, but no rain came.
The wind whipped Li Jin's outer robe behind him, and he shielded his eyes with one hand while pulling Jin Shu's arm with the other, dragging her into the Six Doors.
Walking along, he muttered with disdain, "Bean sprouts!"
Two corpses lay quietly on the bed in the coroner's office.
Jin Shu fastened her hand bindings, put on her veil, and put on her gloves.
He flicked the dagger left and right across the leaping flames, then bent down and brought it down without the slightest hesitation.
Just then, Shen Wen, who was investigating the Liu family girl, also arrived. The moment he pushed open the door to the coroner's office, he saw this scene of disembowelment.
He stood frozen at the doorway, took a deep breath, slammed the door shut, and bluntly tossed out a sentence: "I'll wait for you in the main hall!"
Then it disappeared quickly in the strong wind.
Li Jin frowned, glancing at Mr. Jin who remained expressionless and unfazed, his face clearly displaying "horrible," "unbearable to watch," and "too violent."
The more he looked at Jin Shu, the more curious he became about what kind of life this genius corpse whisperer had led and how he had ended up on this path.
A girl, a knife, and a pair of eyes—she looks at the last relics of the people on the other side of the river, and touches the cold, soulless remains of the dead.
What kind of coincidence led her to this path of the Corpse Whisperer, and what kind of motivation propelled her to keep exploring and speaking out for the dead?
At twenty-two, the prime of her life, the young women in the capital were all dressed as beautiful flowers, creating a scene of their own.
She, dressed in black robes and with a bare face, had only one accessory: the jade pendant hanging at her waist as proof of her presence.
Li Jin gazed at her focused face, and after a long while, asked Zhou Zheng in a deep voice, "Zhou Zheng, what kind of gift would you give your sister?"
Caught off guard by the question, Zhou Zheng replied in surprise, "Merit."
Li Jin paused.
"Military achievements are a man's romance."
He spoke with such seriousness that Li Jin couldn't refute him. He could only nod admiringly, saying, "Now I understand why you, Lord Zhou, have remained single all this time."
But Zhou Zheng chuckled dismissively: "If a woman doesn't understand the value of merit, I wouldn't even look at her."
After saying that, she raised her hand to scratch her head and pursed her lips: "...If Your Highness were to give Princess Li Qian a gift, what would it be?"
Li Jin sneered: "I'll give her a 'confinement and reflection' package."
After saying that, he rolled his eyes at Zhou Zheng.
That's really bringing up the very thing you shouldn't be talking about.
Before Zhou Zheng could react, he saw Jin Shu straighten up, put down the saw in her hand, and look at Li Jin.
While tidying up, he said with a sigh, "I've figured it out."
She pointed to the two corpses in front of her: "You wouldn't believe it, it was orange juice."
"Remember the best time of the year, when oranges are yellow and tangerines are green." This refers to the tangerines in Su Dongpo's poem.
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